Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 908

Two sharp screams echoed through the forest. The Zombie King and Ling Yanyan clashed head-on, but the results were completely opposite. The Zombie King was hit by a powerful punch from Ling Yanyan, his chest was dented, and a trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"How is this possible! You!" The Zombie King's eyes widened, unable to believe his eyes.

How could I, a cultivator at the early stage of the Innate Realm, lose to a martial artist at the ninth level of the Condensation Realm?

"Zombie King, now it's my turn!" Ling Yanyan grinned, then quickly approached the Zombie King and slapped it on the forehead with a "thud."

With a single blow, the zombie king was sent flying.

"Bang bang bang!"

The zombie king tumbled several times in mid-air before stopping, finally falling a hundred meters away.

Ling Yanyan slapped his hand back and said with a mocking smile, "Tsk tsk, this slap of mine should be enough to knock you out!"

"Cough cough!" The Zombie King lay on the ground, struggling to raise his head. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Ling Yan Yan with resentment. "You brat! I'll kill you sooner or later!"

"I'm watching closely, and I hope you survive." Ling Yanyan shrugged and smiled faintly.

"Whoosh!"

The next second, Ling Yanyan lightly touched the ground with his toes, transforming into a blur as he rushed towards the zombie king, kicking it in the abdomen.

"Ouch!"

The zombie king let out a mournful howl, and its massive body flew out, smashing several towering trees before finally crashing into a valley.

"boom!"

Dust flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air.

Ling Yanyan slowly walked into the valley, glanced around, and shook his head, saying, "The spiritual energy in this valley is thin, which is terrible for you."

"call out!"

Suddenly, a dark figure darted out from the smoke, carrying a chilling aura.

The Zombie King has regained his mobility and has completely gained the upper hand.

"Boy! Prepare to die!" the Zombie King roared, his face contorted with rage, his fierce gaze fixed on Ling Yan Yan as he extended a claw.

"Hmph!" Ling Yanyan curled his lip in disdain and suddenly swept out with his right leg.

With a dull thud, Ling Yanyan's right leg struck the zombie king's wrist, the powerful force sending him flying. His wrist immediately swelled up, clearly broken.

"Awooo!" The zombie king howled in pain, drenched in cold sweat.

"That was just a warm-up," Ling Yanyan grinned. "The real competition begins now!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Yanyan rushed in front of the Zombie King and kicked him in the chest. The terrifying power exploded and sent the Zombie King flying.

"Boom!"

The zombie king crashed into an ancient tree like a cannonball. The tree shattered, creating a huge crater in the hard rock wall, and dust flew everywhere.

The zombie king lay in the giant pit, on the verge of death.

"Hiss!" The zombie king gasped, terrified.

How could someone with the peak of the ninth level of the Condensation Realm easily defeat a martial artist in the early stage of the Innate Realm?

Ling Yanyan is clearly a few years younger than me, yet his cultivation level is higher. How did he manage that?

"Gulu!"

The zombie king swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and asked in terror, "What kind of monster are you?!"

Ling Yan Yan smiled faintly, said no more nonsense, leaped into the giant pit, knelt down in front of the zombie king, looked down at it, and sneered: "Tell me, who sent you to kill me!"

"Don't even think about it!" the Zombie King roared ferociously. "I would rather die than betray my master."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?" Ling Yanyan asked coldly.

The Zombie King showed no fear and sneered, "You despicable and shameless bastards must be colluding with evil forces. I would never betray my master."

Ling Yanyan shook his head and sighed, "Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Yanyan raised his right foot, carrying a terrifying power capable of destroying everything, and stomped hard on the face of the zombie king.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ling Yanyan's every kick contained terrifying power, crushing the zombie king's nose, ears, and mouth, causing blood to drip from its mouth.

"Roar!" The Zombie King roared, extremely angry.

For a dignified early-stage Innate Realm martial artist to be trampled underfoot and rubbed into the ground by a mere brat is an utter disgrace.

"Looks like I'll have to find a different way to torture you," Ling Yanyan said with a smile.